Playing God In Osage, Wyoming...(Rev.)

_______ Author's Prologue ________ The below work which was originally posted in December of 2018 has been revised on special request & advice from a well estab- lished bard, who to my disappointment has requested that his name and credentials not be mentioned.I respect this award winning Contemporary Poet, supporter & friend in true, and because so, all I can say is, Thank You my friend, for some extremely erudite advice! Below is the completed, revised work...FjR _______________________________ _____ ____PLAYING GOD IN OSAGE, WYOMING____ Th' body had been hanging for some days, i'd say, at least, fr'm an oak branch thick n' sharded at its furthest stretch; and th' mundungus scent of Death...could be ne'er denied in air, within a hundred yards of this Souls discolor'd flesh. The temperature in August, o'er Wyoming's grazing field's are paled in swelter to th' humid drip, attracting large flies; stands to reason why none would approach such repulsion; tho' it also lent much thought as to....th' mindset of a Town. Murder, cried a whore, still collecting from th' night before. Suicide, charged an old man sitting on a park bench, drunk; to th' humble of another, who saw th' dead man in himself, and, th' people took turns playing God that day................. ........................................................in Osage, Wyoming. ____________________F j R _____________________ ____________________MMXIX _____________________